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This is sort of a self-parody as this song has some of my most overbearing lyrics ever and I kind of wanted to inject some levity into the process. I wrote this one back in 1992 and recorded it for my album Fashionably Angry, but like the rest of that album I never much cared for it's execution and production (in that it sort of sucked and all). In this version I do believe that I have invented an entirely new genre: Punk Metal Heartland Rock. My gift to the world. No...don't thank me...really...it was just something I had to do.

(Hahahahahahaha...)

Anyway...essentially this is a song about how the 1% screw the rest of us and dangle the hopes of upward mobility in front of our dim and drugged faces to keep us on the hamster wheel from birth to death. I wrote it back when I thought I could make the world a better place with my music so there is an incredible amount of earnest idealism in it lyrically...or at least it would appear so to the man who (twenty some years hence) has become a disillusioned and bitter old fossil. (Well...maybe not all THAT bitter...I actually enjoy life I lot more now than I did then...but you get the idea.)

I had fun with this...in particular the la la la's crack me up every time I listen to this tune. Hope you like it...but if you don't I just took 4+ minutes out of your life and that sort of cracks me up too. :P

(You know what makes this production even funnier...or at least more ironic? I had an hour to kill and if I sing this loud on my property people will hear me for miles...so I recorded it in my van in the parking lot of a Walmart. It just doesn't get any better than that, does it?)

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Trust

Plaster's falling from the seams of cities cold and mean,
death rattles of a terminal American dream.
Our money's painted green and so are we it seems.
Without a future...without ways or means.

Ghettos extend their chains and swell like wounds inflamed
millions of lives slip unnoticed down the drain.
Never trust people who live better than yourselves
who dazzle with delusions of fame, freedom, and wealth.

"Trust in us" they said, "we'll plant our dreams in your head".
"Trust in us" they hissed...beautiful lies you can't resist.

They try to tell us there's a reason for the wait
why we all languish at the starting gate
while pointless expenditures bear bitter fruit
and dark enmities lay deeper roots.

Our wheels keep spinning as we get nowhere
some hearts get harder, some just despair.
"Lies are just the truth in a different light...
and truth's as elusive as a thief in the night".

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from Rage (Remastered 2022), released June 4, 2015

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John Ludi Madison, Wisconsin

John Ludi is a musician/singer-songwriter with a wide array of influences and lyrical interests who was "Indie" before the term even existed. Working outside of the music industry by choice has given Ludi the ability to release songs of a level of lyrical depth that are anathema to the minds of the "suits". Ludi lives off-grid in a yurt in the woods of WI and will "fight the power" til he dies. ... more

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